Almost Daily Cat Haiku

I forgot to write yesterday.

I had time to at least Haiku a cat and then churn out a mediocre blurble before 9am. And I wasn’t feeling “off” or anything. I didn’t even go to back to bed. I just forgot.

In my defense, I was reading a book. It is easy to forget things when you’re reading a book. That is one of the best side effects, actually. In fact, I would say it is my favorite side effect of reading.

“Four Past Midnight” by Stephen King (1991), since I know you were curious. I recently learned that King has a book coming out this fall; “Other Worlds Than These”, which will be the 3rd installment of the “Talisman” series. My first thought when I discovered this was: “Talisman has a sequel?” It does, and I hadn’t yet read it. And since I couldn’t remember if I had read “The Talisman” I thought it best to read it (again, if indeed I already had) before finding a copy of “Black House” (that being the second book) and reading it before the third book was released.

While looking through older King books, both on my shelves and in the great tubes of the interwebz, I found a number of titles I had only a fuzzy gray memory of. There were also a handful of titles completely foreign to me. As I consider myself a fan of Mr. King, that did not sit well with me. At that moment I decided to compile a list of all his books, stories, and various murmurings and begin checking it twice.

First: all those titles I could state without question had been read by my own eyes, crossed off. Second: any title I was familiar enough with that I may have read was researched briefly to determine if indeed I had. If the names rang familiar, if the geography was already imprinted on the pages of my mental atlas, if the entire winding, twisting, path of the plot laid itself  before me after just a few pages; then I was comfortable with striking it from my list as well. Third and lastly: I removed the non-fiction titles because this just wasn’t that sort of list.

What I was left with was twenty titles. And I have decided that I must read these all. No time limit, or due date. This isn’t a race. Not a school assignment. Just a task I should have seen to completion some many years ago, that I am half embarrassed to say still lingers unfinished.

Three down.

Seventeen to go.

One aditional brain tangent: Some of you may remember that bit of prose I mentioned in Burble #145, perhaps a few of you are even curious as to where it went. Like many bits of wordage that have vomited from my thumbs, they have been relinquished to a digital post-it note and stuck to my virtual refrigerator where they will hopefully, some day soon, flag my attention so that I may hurl more thoughts at it and see what sticks

I’m also thinking that perhaps the fiction pieces will need their own home. They aren’t really blurble material. Most of these Haiku adendums are fragmented shards of actuality. Each a narrow glimpse into my everyday. What some word collectors would call “non-fiction”. Mostly.

I will need to sit down at a computer, the thumb interface on WordPress is not conducive to restructuring and page building, and construct some type of home for these longer and more involved forays into my imagination.

But don’t hold your breath. I have no timeline on this and really no plan yet. So far it is all just a bit of a wingding, if you know what I mean.

You probably do not.

And that’s ok.

Happy Saturday everyone. Spend some time with a cat today. You’ll feel better.

(and yes, Figgs got his breakfast, thank you for your concern)